The set was built and everything ready and then the merry old sun don't shine for three days.
Every morning Bert would go over to the lot and wait around in the fog.
And this third day, when it got too late in the afternoon to shoot even if the sun did show, he says to me, 'c'mon, hop up and let's take a ride down to the beach.' So I hop to the back seat and off we start and on a ninety-foot paved boulevard what does Bert do but get caught in a jam?
It was an ice wagon that finally bumped us over.

I was shook up and scraped here and there.

But Bert was finished.

That's the funny part.
He'd got it on this boulevard, but back on the lot he'd have rode through that plate-glass window probably without a scratch.

And just because the sun didn't shine that day, I wasn't engaged any more.